In the storm variations

In the storm variations

The sea anemones came, and the strong wind and heavy rain made the city both surprised and shivered. All creatures who have been hungry for more than twenty days can’t wait to open all their nerves, suck the nectar with ocean flavor, and the trees are swaying in panic, the noise like the tide hit the window like a cicada. Standing in front of the window, I was really afraid that the thin cicada wings would be broken ruthlessly. Rainwater slips along the glass, one after another, meticulously drawing the trend of mountains and rivers, and finally returning to the fuzzy end, where is a chaotic yearning. There was a gust of wind passing by with a whistle. There seemed to be giant footsteps on the roof, and the canopy on the window was rattled. Suddenly, it was dark inside and outside the house, and the power went out. There was no TV or computer to surf the Internet all of a sudden, which made me uncomfortable, helpless and bored. I didn’t know how to spend the night when the power went out? Exploration and climbed into bed, never at night more than 9 on safe in bed. With my eyes open, I listened quietly to the rain that exploded outside. Zeng, walking in the rain, stepped on her songs. Zeng, standing in front of the window with her songs, did not lie quietly like today, listening to the world of rain one meter away. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle squeezing in from the window screen, gently brushing my face, and then leaving happily. Cool, quiet, such a summer night suddenly so relaxed, so simple, the rain wiped the silent soul so clean, a trace of real beauty was summoned by oil deep in my heart, just like a clear spring in the mountain stream, besides the temptation of prosperity, the poem of flowing years is written in the moonlight. We talked softly and heard the breath of each other. How many days have we not reviewed the long-lost past? Long-lost love story how many days have we not burnt our lips? Thinking of the moment we first met, you were dressed in golden sunshine, holding a slender bamboo pole in your hand, driving a group of white and fat geese, passing by the uneven path in front of my door, I was surprised, I was flustered, I can’t get back the eyes I followed all the way. The bamboo forest smiled behind me. The wind pulled my sleeves. I shook my mind. A piece of Red Cloud flew out of the window. What left in my heart was a beating deer. I look forward to bringing people to the dreamlike land, meeting people who are bound to my heart, and writing a poem together there. Our footprints were everywhere on the ridge of the field in May. The wheat was rolling over the golden waves one by one, and bundles of rape were put down by farmers in the field. When the birds are happy and the setting sun is beautiful, we carry a simple fishing rod to draw many bright red prawns in the ravines. When the bamboo basket is full, you took my hand and walked on the narrow ridge one after another. The sun was gone, and what sent us back was a shy moon. Using youth as bait, we fish to love and happiness. The country wind smells of grass and dogs bark. We fled very fast, but we were shocked by the beautiful dreams of those chickens and ducks in the animal circle set up by broken bricks, which caused them a stir, protesting secretly, we sent laughter to the moon. Love cannot be separated from the combination of nature. We are also walking grass or flowers on the earth. We suck the natural sunshine and air greedily and thrive. No childhood sweetheart, but love at first sight. Who says love at first sight cannot last long? Begonia did not rain, pear flowers snow first, half spring break, half still. But Acacia is only on clove branch, cardamom tip. After passing the old locust tree, I walked to the edge of the stream and learned that the village girl carried a basket of clothes to the Riverside for washing. The familiar greydog followed all the way and shook its big tail from time to time, humph happily. With the clothes of my beloved in my left hand, I fiddled with the water and patted it gently with a stick in my right hand, catching up with the concert of frogs and crickets, while you were not far away, throw the moving water drops to me, touching a pool of Quiet Stars. There was no empty countryside in the sky of the city. In the plain or ups and downs, we couldn’t hear the collision of passion, but when I shook off the wrinkled clothes with my hands on the balcony, you will exclaim loudly, calling me to pull out the shiny white hair in front of your temples. You look at the white hair in your palm and blow it out of the window, and then we still look young, walking in the deepest and deepest world of mortals, I don’t know how long the road behind is? I only know that I will grow old. The storm is still going on. In the waves of wind and rain, we can hear each other’s heartbeats and breath. The romance of spring flowers and autumn moon is accidentally put on our faces, the bell of changing seasons opened the scene of the beautiful beginning. I suddenly felt that tonight’s sea anemones were like Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. In the broad wilderness, youth, life and nature mingled with the broadness and softness of the soul. We walked in such a main melody, however, it naturally and harmoniously played a gorgeous variation. Like a Song, the board is fresh. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

As the saying goes, feeding village-eating in a bowl, looking at the pot

When we were young, maybe because our families were poor and lack of clothes and food, we always held bowls when we ate, grooming into our mouths while staring at the rice cooker for fear of being careless, the rice in the pot will disappear. Sometimes, because I only look at the pot but not the bowl, I didn’t feel the meal sent to my nose, which made everyone laugh; Sometimes, I quarreled with each other because my elder sister was too much or my younger brother was too little, it caused adults to break the lawsuit. Adults always say that we are eating in a bowl, looking at the pot, and just say it. In fact, it is no wonder that people always feel that they do less when cooking. If every time you cook a full pot, who would like to take a look at the pot. Later, whenever my father bought something like comic books and stationery for us from outside, he would always give us an average score, for example, one for you, one for him, one for you, one for him, until the division is finished, this will avoid the civil war caused by uneven division. But sometimes, because it is easy to pay or other reasons, there will always be one more book or one more. In this way, everyone will certainly rob it. Father has to make a ruling: This book belongs to everyone and everyone will read it. But the problem is that no one is willing to look at his own first, but to rush to look at the public first. If anyone has a clear vision of his hand, he will say that he is mine after reading it. Take the property right of this book to your own name first. At this time, my father would still smile and say that you are really eating in the bowl and looking at the pot. This is puzzling. Obviously it is not a rush to eat, why do you still say that you are eating in a bowl and looking at the pot? Later, I heard that someone’s eldest son married a wife and wanted to live separately. Of course, parents and brothers had to build a new house in advance and prepare daily appliances. However, my son and daughter-in-law were still reluctant to give up after they set up another cooker, saying that the youngest son must leave family property for his parents after they split up. Then what should parents do in the future? They should make it clear first. But because their parents still had several sons who didn’t get married, they naturally couldn’t tell what to do in the future, which made their sons and daughters-in-law always awkward. After listening to this, the villagers talked about it one after another. The relatively consistent view was that other sons still wanted to marry a wife. Now the eight characters are missing. Haven’t you separated them well? I still don’t want to let go. It seems that it is really said that people are not happy, eating in the bowl and looking at the pot. In this way, I gradually understand that the original meaning of eating in a bowl and looking at the pot is not to say what people do when eating, but refers to the lack of people’s hearts and greed, and it does not mean people’s normal dissatisfaction, however, greed is too hot to digest what we have now, so we have already aimed at the next target and prepared to start. When the villagers say this sentence, they actually want to warn people that they should not lack people’s hearts or be too greedy. Just like the son and daughter-in-law of the separated family, you should be grateful if your parents and brother still live in the old house and still keep working hard to build a new house and set up appliances for you, in the future, I will try my best to create a new life on my own, but I am not satisfied yet. I still need to calculate a piece of cake in the future. This is too greedy, and I am sure to be discriminated or even spurned by others. Of course, when I was a child, I heard and witnessed many things like this in the village. Later I went to the society. No matter in the media or in the real work and life, people who were eating in the bowl and looking at the pot could be said to be everywhere, some even put their hands into the pot before digesting the food in the Bowl, which led to hot hands or death, and ended up with a sad end. Even though he still took it from the pot with ease, he was already like a walking corpse in others’ hearts, wouldn’t he be sad? If these people, when looking at the pot, can think of the village where they or their ancestors lived, and when there is such a saying spreading, I think there will be some tremors in my heart, even stop it and won’t slide to the bottom of the pot. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

A perfect full moon

I once received a message from a friend: spiritual experts believe that a perfect life is like dementia, free of worry, like schizophrenia, dare to think and do, like crazy disease, extremely happy, like paranoid, don’t fear hardships and dangers, just like depression, treat death as a return. Reply to the letter: may you suffer from all diseases and wish you a perfect life. At this moment, I couldn’t help laughing at the refreshing light autumn morning. What is perfect? I read an article when I was very young, but I still remember clearly till now: a boy born in a family of fame and wealth finished all his studies with flowers and applause under the care of stars and moon, when she was an adult, she fell in love with the girl she fell in love with at the first sight and accompanied him like a shadow. She became his wife and the only woman in her life. Later, they had children who were both promising and filial. They lived a happy and happy life …… until the old man passed away, relatives found a diary in his relics, which contained these words: if there is an afterlife that I hope to come to an ordinary family and make me feel something I have never felt with my heart, what will it be? I hope to do what I like every day, trek on foot and walk through the thorns that no one has ever passed. What kind of passion and motivation should be needed. If possible, I will try mistakes and failures instead of all the laws that have been completed in the frozen empty frame for a lifetime. However, I know that I will not die soon. There is no reincarnation in the world, and everything is no longer possible …… like many people, in my opinion at that time, how perfect the life of the old man was, how many people can’t reach it, but they don’t think about it …… they used to be the enthusiast of pursuing perfection. They love small bridges, running water and other people’s artistic conception; They like listening to the clouds flowing on the high sky, flowers and full moon; They love the Bal, rose; Always longing for the love that falls in love at first sight. But all these can not stand the change of time and human heart. Sometimes I think over and over again that whether the world has changed people’s heart or the heart has changed the world? So far no fruit. But I still work hard and stubbornly to find the perfect thing. One day when I just got on the crowded bus, two women in the front row came into view. There was a middle-aged woman with rough outline near the window, and a young woman with refined facial features, elegant temperament and dressing up at the crossing. The creator is really magical. It combines young beauty and glamour with one person. How perfect it is, so that she feels that the unharmonious rough mocking around her has read this stunner …… oh, such a big man didn’t see the harsh voice coming from that beautiful woman. It turned out that the middle-aged woman gave up her seat and stepped on the shoes of the young woman. Suddenly, the perfect object suddenly collapsed, and a sense of shame gushed out from the bottom of my heart. It turned out that my knowledge of human beings was so superficial! Perfect, I have a grudge in my heart. In the boring days, I saw a joke: A man accidentally slipped into the water, and he shouted for help. Passers-by saw him and saved him quickly. When he landed, his mouth was pouting, I also have a shoe …… this joke is not funny at all, just a little trembling, ringing a string in my heart. In fact, there are too many such people in real life. Instead of being lucky and happy for the rest of the disaster, they sigh and complain for the lost shoes. These drowning men who pursue perfectionism are actually the biggest incomplete ones in seemingly perfect. Incomplete, not necessarily not beautiful, Venus’s broken arm is the best evidence. If the broken arm is complete, I don’t know what posture should be used to publicize her beauty? Integrity does not mean perfection, and perfection cannot be replaced by integrity. Perfection is actually in the imagination of each of us. God is fair to you and me. He gives everyone something to own or leave, not beautiful. You may not have a beautiful appearance, but have a considerate heart; You may not have a sense of advancement, and it is difficult to be outstanding, but you accumulate down-to-earth and get the true knowledge of life, the pace of walking is still light; Maybe you don’t have a healthy body, and you can only complete your life in a wheelchair, but you never give up lightly. That persistent and strong heart makes your thinking and wisdom surpass many healthy people ……. there is no defect, what is integrity? There is no missing, how can it be perfect? Perhaps, it is because of defects that we try our best to make life give us a perfect interpretation. Perfect? She should be the full moon hanging in your heart and my heart, which can only be used for good admiration and worship. As long as her soft light shines on you and my heart, we will be full of vitality and vitality. Let’s approach her step by step with gratitude and dreams, and keep the hope of pursuing for a short life forever. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I miss the big playground of Qianshi

In the morning, I felt depressed because of some things. I wanted to try my best to solve it, but I still couldn’t be happy. In the first class, the warm sun in autumn seduced me. Therefore, I went out of the office and went outside to adjust my mood. Walking beside the school playground, although the air was not very good, everything in front of me was quite refreshing. At the beginning of the school, the playground was arranged flat by lawn mowers. At this time, it was already obviously red and green. A large area of grass in the middle is no longer growing or has been very short and withered there, revealing pieces of faces like children’s red fruits. That’s because students’ exercises and sports activities make them have no chance to grow and breathe. However, there is a layer of light green on the egg tip of this egg-shaped playground. Clusters of unknown grasses draw out several short bodies from the cut roots and leave clusters of furry flowers on their heads. They stand alone in the autumn sun, straight and spirited. Around them, there is a plant Wormwood which is very common in my hometown and grows against the ground. There are small dewdrops on the green leaves, as if the naughty child deliberately left the drops on his face after washing his face, just waiting for the Sun to take them away. There are also some small nameless grass, which are a little yellow. But looking along the grass, the green on the tip of the grass is still as green as spinach in the vegetable garden. A small yellow flower was also found, standing on the edge of the playground and the leaking hole in short. They have no companions, just like a small yellow pin on the playground. It was very quiet here, and the cries of several birds were faintly heard in my ears. It was the occasional start of singing of birds in a large bamboo forest not far from the playground. Thinking of birds, I really saw one. Its white chest and black feather back jumped in the place where the playground was green and yellow, as if looking for something or talking to himself. Occasionally, the high and low reading sounds and teachers’ reprimands came from the classroom. These, in my opinion, all seem to come from a very far place. When I want to listen to the truth, it passes again. On such a beautiful morning, everyone had no time to calm down, let alone come here to see everything on the playground aimlessly like me. When you are in a bad mood, you often go to an empty place and walk alone. Take a look and think about it. The playground is naturally the best place to go. More than ten years ago, when I was studying in Qianshi, my favorite places were the library and the big playground. The playground is very large, with a standard runway of 400. During my three years of middle school, except for the special weather, I ran on the dark track with many classmates like me who liked morning running every morning. Circle after circle, I ran straight to sweat all over my body and felt weak. A good day always starts with running in the morning. In the footsteps of running around the playground, I learned a lot of things that I could not learn in class and could enjoy for life. The sand and small stones on the runway, the flowers and plants on the playground, the large and small trees outside the runway, until now, I still remember them clearly. In fact, the big playground of Qianshi was popular among all people in the morning, but during the period from school in the afternoon to self-study in the evening, it was almost the place where all the teachers and students were keen to go. Male students like playing football there most; Female students like twos and threes, some carrying a bag of melon seeds, and some sitting around the grass with a piece of sugar cane, talking and laughing constantly. On the runway, many people walked in circles together. They didn’t get up early and didn’t like running, but they must come to the big playground for a few rounds in the afternoon. I also joined it, but more often, I took a book and sat in the humble grass, bowed my head and calmed down in that world. I will also chat with like-minded classmates, talk about novels and life; Recall the past and show the future; Read poems and talk about history; Laugh and scold angrily, and talk about everything. The setting sun fell unwillingly in our youthful and generous speech, and we couldn’t wait to see us in the morning light. Juan and I are both introverted people in the class and don’t like to show ourselves. Juan likes the high iron swing at the playground most, which looks older than the school swing. I am extremely scared, while Juan likes it very much. Every evening, when we came to the playground, she would go straight to swing, while I parted with her and sat on the other high wooden ladder. Sitting there, sometimes doing nothing, looking at the setting sun; Looking at the people, grass, trees and flowers on the playground; Looking at the ladder under the feet, stunned, I spent the whole afternoon. Or force yourself to bury your head deep in the thick self-examination book and memorize the next questions by rote. Then in the evening self-study Bell, I watched Juan walking slowly step by step. We smiled at each other and walked to the classroom together to attend the evening self-study which wasted a lot of good time. People always miss the past. People’s nostalgia may be because of their dissatisfaction with reality; Or it may be because life is too short, and there are not many things that people can miss; or is it because I was always younger and better than now I am a very old-fashioned person. So, at this moment, are you all right in the big playground of Qianshi? I really want to lie in your arms, stretch my limbs, let myself see the clean blue sky and white clouds, and think of strange stories one by one. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

The missing after breaking up is called humbleness

I have never felt like before, such a tired love. There is no sweet words ever before. It may be right to separate as time passes. Now I forget the time and everything. Forget your smile, forget your lovely face. I will never see your smile appear in front of my face again, so I will leave here…… Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…